??? POV- 

I wonder how long it has been. 

Does anyone remember? 

They brought this upon themselves...

They killed me... Accused me... BROKE ME...

For what?

A fake prophecy? My magic? My Fame and Fortune? My titles?

How long?

That is the question I repeat to myself each day. 

Until I had enough of 'How long'... And started to ask When?

Obtaining the hollows, no matter the fact I didn't want them. No matter the many times I have destroyed them...

They came back to their mistress... 

I stand near the window to the mortal realm. Watching as they suffer and die. I watch as the innocent get killed and the sinful lives on. I watch as the world forgets the witch I once was. Standing near the edge, I watch in silence before my faithful beings quietly walk to stand by my sides. So much has been lost. Mother has long passed. Mother, the one being that gifted me with the power to protect those I held close to my heart. The being who gifted my mortal parents the ability to use magic. 

I stare aimlessly through the mortal window. After the battle of Hogwarts, my mortal life went to the abyss. So much was done to the house of the potters that it was falling apart. I had spent months in the goblin bank undoing what was done. Taking back my heirlooms, books, grimoires, money... So much was done they worried about anything that was used on me.

Months in the infirmary to heal mis-healed bones. To heal my broken and battered body. Months to rid me of the potions and spells. Months... to rid me of those reached blocks and bonds. Months to be able to walk again after a surprise inheritance. Erasing burns and scars alike. Months before I could claim my titles. TItles I could have used to change the corrupt world I was introduced to. Titles I should have claimed when I was a mere 11 years of age. 

Had Albus Dumbledore not disregarded my mortal parents' will... I will never forgive him for that. He caused him pain and torment. He wanted to be free. To be forgiven. But never was allowed to because of his manipulations. His greed caused the deaths of thousands. His greed caused my soul brother to use a great taboo. His greed segregated the purebloods and muggle-born/half-bloods.

He killed mother. He was going to pay... in due time...

After the world, I saved turned on me. I left the mortal plane. I left with death. I was laid to rest on the sacred grounds of the world tree, so my body could rest safely as it changed once again as the power of not just one deity, but 6 entered my core. 

Death

Life

Magic

Fate

Beauty

Time

I became what those who wished to control me feared. I became a god. 

" Mistress... It is time to return. I shall warn you, you shall go back as you are now. Your younger mortal body would not be able to handle your power. You should awaken in the great hall after the sorting ceremony has ended. Do not be alarmed by your past selves look alike. You no longer exist in that time, You will replace her entirely. Though they will still know of you. Dumbledore's alarms should have gone off by now and has already looked for you at the Dursleys."Death spoke as I still stared into the window. 

"Let us be off then. I have much to do, yet so little patience to do so..." I whispered. Many things changed after my change. I was no longer the scrawny, scared, naive child I once was. I now stand strong. Head held high as I turned and walked back to the sacred tree. They walk behind me quietly. We never really spoke much because of the bond. We all could tell what the other needed or wanted. 

"My lady, you need not worry over his thoughts. He will feel the bond to you. As well as your soul brother and his Horcruxes. You need not worry. You are not who you once were. You are the ruler of the gods. You have fought in wars. You have the power to make us bend the knee and do as you command. You are more powerful than they could ever hope of being... You are beautiful, cunning, smart, loyal, brave, kind, clever, and the wisest being I have ever known. You have the power to end the world that hurt you... to create a world of your own. But you don't because you are merciful. You help people, some of which won't even acknowledge you and smile. We are proud of you. NEVER forget that," Time spoke to me as he opens the rift of time. I smile at him as tears fall from my Avada kedavra green eyes. With final words of encouragement and farewells, I walk through the rift to change the future.